BEDAZZLED
I stole a foxglove from the
morning woods
That doesn't make me bad
I'm good
But I stole that foxglove from
the morning woods
Its beauty fair bedazzled me
And there were many that my
eye could see
Tall spires of pink
Bewitching wild and free
The sky not even quite awake
Those sleepy purples hard to
shake
But I heard that darn old
cockerel own the air
Somewhere
Twas a morn of magic, low
slung mist
​​​​​​My trowel poised, earth's lips
to kiss
And there, that foxglove in the
morning woods
And this moment stirs afresh
with me
For I'm troubled when my eye
does see
That lovely flower there
Inside my gate
For it's spire wilts a little low
Imaginings, it may be so
But that foxgloves seems bent
lower to the earth
And I wish I could go back
some days
Maybe walk myself a different
way
For I wish I'd left that flower
there
In all its grace and standing
fair
Aye,Â
I wish
I'd left it
there
withthin that woods.
Marion Price(2020)
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I am currently being astounded by your writing, Marion. It's awesome. This poem is another example of brilliance from your magical pen. So talented! Pinned of course ??? x
Thankyou, I will treasure your comment it is so uplifting BM, i'm truly touched? ...just promise to bypass the crap stuff I write ok ??? hugs my friend ?